It had been an eventful morning for me. My name is Janet and I am nineteen years old. I think I’m reasonably attractive, though a bit heavy. Some call me voluptuous, probably because of my curves and big breasts. They are a nice, full D-cup size. Whatever the case, I seem to have no problem attracting male attention. For some reason, older men are drawn to me. I sometimes wonder if that is because they somehow sense how much I love to suck cock. I mean, I absolutely LOVE to suck cock. As many as I can.
My family are beekeepers and we were at the Fair like we were every year. There are a lot of vendors there there and they know me well. They call me Angel. Probably that is because, for the last three years, I’ve made the rounds of their booths and have figured out a certain way to help them relax and enjoy the Fair. I like to make friends and make guys happy!
This year was different. I met a twenty-two-year-old girl named Fran who was singing there. She was nervous to go onstage and I took the time to ease her fears. And that turned into kissing her and playing with her breasts. I’ll admit that girls are new to me, but I like having fun with them too. I guess that makes me Bi. I don’t care.
The main thing is, that after showing Fran my love and how I care, she sang beautifully. She also wanted us to continue what we had started. Which I hoped to do. But I was busy. I had entered the baking competition and had family duties as well. Which brings us to the second part of the story. Let me tell you what happened that eventful afternoon.
That afternoon Fran had two shows, and she was very well received by the audience. I was so happy for her! I hoped that my encouragement and love had helped her succeed, and it sounds like it had. Even her Uncle Shawn came to hear her singing despite his busy schedule.
After her second performance, I was just standing off to the side when Fran found me and waved me over to her. Fran was just glowing from her performance. I looked at her beautiful face and sexy legs as I walked over to her. I remembered how wonderful her breasts and nipples were, and how good she smelled. I wanted more.
Shawn, her uncle, had joined her as well, by now. As always, I thought how handsome he was. And sexy too.
I saw Shawn glance over at me and smile as I got closer until called out, “Hello Angel!”
I said, “Hello Sir,” back as I smiled at him.
Then I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders. It was Erik, our family friend, who had snuck up from behind me. Erik told the three of us “hello”, as he massaged my shoulders. The touch of his hands made me feel so good. More than anybody, I knew just how good Erik could make a girl feel.
Shawn looked proudly at Fran and, smiling, told her, “Sweetheart that was fantastic!”
Erik congratulated Fran as well.
Surprised at his attention, she looked at Erik and said, “Why, thank you!”
Then she looked quizzically at me. It was obvious she was wondering who this older guy who seemed so familiar with me, was.
Shawn already knew that Erik was the building manager at the Agriculture building. It was only Fran who was in the dark. I quickly explained to Fran that Erik and my dad are beekeepers and that he was a manager here.
But Erik and I were more than family friends. Much more, if you catch my drift. As Fran looked at us, you could see the question in her eyes as to what kind of friends Erik and I were. She could sense something.
Erik said to me, “Charlie said you might be here, and I tried calling you, but there was no answer.”
By now, he had taken his hands off of me and everything seemed innocent between us again.
“Oh,” I said, “Mom has my phone because it needed to be charged. What’s up?”
Erik informed me that the judging for the Baking competition was done and was concerned because I hadn’t been to that area, considering I was an entrant and all.
“Oh, damn!” I said to myself.
Fran grabbed my hands and said, “That’s right. You were headed there, but you stopped and helped me out.”
Then, Fran turned to her uncle and said, “She’s the angel that helped me out so much today.”
Then, turning to me, she said, “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know your name!”
Erik interrupted, saying, “Oh, so Fran is today’s chosen.”
I slapped his arm and said, “She was upset, and you know me. And, by the way, my name is Janet, but you can call me Caring Angel, Angel, or Honey Gal as well.”
Fran smiled at me, and hugged me, then said, “Hello, Janet. You are definitely the Caring Angel to me. Thank you for everything you have done today for me.”
I feel Fran’s desirable body pressed against mine and was reminded of our earlier sexual encounter.
Then Shawn asked, “ So what is going on, exactly, Erik?”
Erik told Shawn, “She won the Grand Champion ribbon for Baking.”
Shawn smiled and said, “Oh, I see. Fran, are you done for now? Because we’d better Janet go see that award.”
I asked Erik, “So why didn’t one of my brothers come looking for me? Is something going on?”
Erik massaged my shoulders again, and replied, “Calm down, my little Caring Angel, the family is okay, and so is the booth. Your brothers were just busy. Your Mom needs you and was wondering where you were because you weren’t at the judging.
When Erik called me “Caring Angel” he meant something different than what Fran meant. He was referencing my nickname as to the way I got it. You see, I have sort of a gift. A gift of relieving stress among the vendors at the Fair as well as making friends.
When I was sixteen, I started giving blowjobs to some of the vendors. It started with sucking one lovely older man, then, over the years, it blossomed into a bunch more. It was my way of showing them that I cared. I call it stress relief. I also will admit that I love sucking cock. While I’ve only fucked just a few men. I’ve given dozens of blowjobs.
I love the size and shape of men’s cocks. I like the way their cum tastes and the look on their face when I make them cum. I love how grateful they are, and how they take care of me afterwards. For the last three years, the vendors have looked forward to me sucking them—usually more than once.
However, I knew Erik from my home life and not just the Fair. But it was at the Fair when I first sucked his dick. Later, we shared a bed together. That was after he had told me our dirty little secret. That secret was that I was his biological daughter. But that didn’t stop us from having an incestuous relationship. We just had to keep it quiet.
It also explains why he always watched over me. And why, when I turned a certain age, he wants me to come live with him instead of my adopted parents. Our relationship was loving in every way. And Erik wasn’t the kind of man who wanted me all to himself. He didn’t seem to have a problem with me having sex with whomever I chose. Or giving the vendors blowjobs.
He had introduced me to a couple I hadn’t previously done and watched with pleasure as I sucked their cocks. Sharing with me was no problem. Rather, it was a joy to him. And I loved him for that. But enough for now, back to the Fair.
I kissed Fran and told them all goodbye, then I quickly went to see my mom. After I got to the building. I stopped to catch my breath and let the three of them catch up.
Thankfully, Fran’s stage wasn’t that far away from our display booth. As I walked in, I glanced around looking for my mom.
Briefly hearing the vendors congratulate me as I walked by them. I smiled warmly at them in return. I knew many of them quite intimately, after all! I soon neared the area where we were selling honey.
As Fran and the others walked up, I told everyone out front, “This is Fran. You know Erik already. And this is Shawn, Fran’s uncle, and the new CEO of the fairgrounds.”
As all the men shook hands, my mom and aunt came out from behind the curtain as I was introducing Fran and Shawn.
My aunt asked if I had been over to the display yet and I said, “No, not yet. Erik just found me, and I got here as quick as I could.”
We quickly went to the baking display and I saw my ribbon. I was so excited I jumped up and down and hugged everyone. Some a little tighter and longer than others. I had my reasons for that.
Shawn then told me, “Dinner is on me, sweetheart. After everything I’ve heard about you, and the way you helped my niece, I would like to treat you to dinner.”
I looked over at my mom and said, “Oh, by the way, Mom and Auntie, Fran is a singer. She and I met earlier today, so I’ve been busy with her, helping her prepare to perform.”
Turning back to Shawn I tell him, “Thank you, Sir, for your generosity, but Fran needs my help still.”
I took Fran’s hands and asked, “What about breakfast before the Fair opens in the morning?”
It was at this moment that I noticed that Shawn was staring at my ample cleavage. Looking down, I saw the bulge in his pants. It made me feel flush. I was flattered that a handsome man like him thought I was sexy. Looking up into his eyes, we exchanged a look. A look that said, “I want you”.
Shaking off that excitement, I said, “I can meet you guys at your campsite around seven.”
Shawn smiled as he looked at Fran and me and replied, “We will be up. Won’t we hon?”
My parents weren’t clear on what was going on. You could tell that they wanted to treat me like a young girl instead of the grown nineteen-year-old I was. But here at the Fair, as far as I was concerned—everything I did was of no concern to my family. Especially how I conducted my sex life. I wasn’t the naive virgin they thought I was. Or at least, thought I should be.
I liked my reputation among some of the Beekeepers and many of the vendors of being a “Caring Angel” who gave them “care” in a very sexual way. Most would probably call me a slut, I didn’t care if they did, but I wanted to keep that part of my sex life hidden from my Mom and Dad.
I turned and kissed Erik on the cheek.
As I did so, he whispered, “Call me.”
I knew exactly what he desired of me. And it made me tingle between my legs.
Smiling, I told him, “I will. Tomorrow. Tonight is Fran’s night. I’ve already promised myself to her.”
Smiling back at me, Erik simply said, “Duty calls.”
Then, turning to Shawn he asked, “Are you ready to see the rest?”
My eyes lingered on the two older men as they started to walk away. I knew all about the one, and the other was rapidly making me want to know all there was to know about him, too. In that most personal of ways!
Fran asked her Uncle Shawn, “Are you coming to my last show of the day?”
“Of course, my dear,” was Shawn’s reply.
Then, smiling, he continued, “But with your new friend here to guide you, are you sure you want me?”
As he said this, he gave me a knowing wink. As if to say, “I know what you two will be up to.”
Feeling almost naked and exposed, knowing that he was referring to sex with Fran, I chuckled and told him, “Sir, you know that your niece needs you, right?”
I heard Fran whisper, “Yes I do. In more ways than just as an uncle.”
I smiled at that, knowing the naughty implications of what she was saying.
As Erik and Shawn walked away, I turned back to my mom and aunt and said, “If you guys are okay, then I am spending the rest of the day with Fran. She needs song ideas.”
While that was true, what Fran and I needed more than song ideas was our naked bodies and hungry pussies satisfied. And I was very confident in our ability to do that if we could just get some alone time together.
At that moment, Charlie walked up to Fran and handed her a key, telling her, “Dad wanted me to make sure you had a key to the camper.”
Then it hit me. Charlie and Fran were related! He was her cousin! I blurted that fact out.
Charlie apologized, “Oops, I’m sorry, Janet. Fran didn’t want anyone to know.
By then, my mom and my aunt had gone back to the booth.
I turned to Charlie and said, “You set me up, didn’t you?”
Charlie replied that he was guilty as charged.
Then he explained, “Well, I had heard the other Beekeepers talk about your generosity, and how good you were at…uh…making them feel better, so I knew if Fran saw you…”
Before Charlie finished I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth, and whispered, “Thank you!”
I’m sure Charlie would have loved to prolong that kiss and do a lot more with me for that matter, but he just smiled, intuitively knowing what my affection for Fran would lead to later. He knew me all too well!
Fran had one more show to get ready for, and we both hugged and kissed Charlie before we walked away. Charlie’s eyes lingered on our swaying asses as we sauntered off, thinking some very dirty thoughts about me and his little sister.
Leaving the building, I saw Shawn and Erik walking towards us quickly. I stopped Fran and waited for what they had to say.
Erik asked, “Are you two okay?”
To which I replied, “Yes, Charlie just informed me about you-know-what.”
I looked at Erik and cussed him, under my breath when I saw him smirk. What other secrets did he have?
Shawn said, “Janet, like I said earlier, I only have heard about you before. But now seeing what you have done for Fran, not to mention other people, I am beginning to understand just how you care for people. By the way, you don’t look too good.”
Charlie once again passed by on his way to the booth and, looking at me, asked, “Erik, can we use your office?” I think our Angel is about to pass out.”
I don’t know if it was the shock of finding out the relationship stuff or my lack of food and water. I had been going all day without eating or drinking anything. But I realized I was feeling faint. Luckily for me, Charlie and Shawn had noticed it.
As the three men and Fran escorted me to the office, someone grabbed a cup of water and handed it to me. I drank greedily, realizing how dehydrated I was.
Still in a daze, I heard the door click and then lock.
Fran looked scared and came over to me saying, “Guys, what’s wrong with her? What’s happening? Janet looks as white as a ghost.”
I drank the water that was given to me and put the cup down, still feeling like I was going to pass out.
Erik looked at me and said, “Hey, guys, she looks like she is going to pass out.”
Shawn wasted no time in telling Charlie and Fran to go out and get some food and water.
“Damn, this girl!” Erik said, then continued, “She may be the little Caring Angel that helps others, but she isn’t taking care of herself.”
Looking at Erik, Shawn said, “I noticed a look on you earlier. You care about her, don’t you?
“Yes. For one, she is my Goddaughter. And for number two, well, you’ve seen her, right? How she approaches others.
Do you think we should tell her parents she isn’t feeling well?” Shawn asked.
“No! I said as I raised my head.
Continuing, I explained, “Erik, either you or Charlie can go tell my parents a lie. Tell them I was invited to stay with Fran. But don’t tell them I was silly and forgot to eat and drink. I don’t want them on my case right now. I have bigger plans than to get molly-coddled by them.”
Shawn then asked me, “Janet, have you eaten today?”
Sadly, I shook my head, no. Just then there was a knock on the door. When Shawn opened it, Fran came in.
Erik excused himself, saying, “I will go talk to your parents. C’mon, Charlie, I’ll explain as we go.”
After they left I looked at Fran and said, “I’m sorry.”
“Sshh! None of that!” I heard Shawn say.
Then he told his niece, “Fran, go back to the camper. Janet is staying with us tonight.”
As Fran went to take off, I told her, “I promise I’ll be at your last show tonight. You are great! Knock ‘em dead!”
Fran bent down and we kissed. It was longer and more passionate than just a kiss between friends. Shawn had to notice and infer what it meant, but he said nothing, just smiled a wry grin.
Parting, Fran admonished me, “Now, eat! Get your strength back. I want you to be back to your normal self later tonight.”
Before Fran left I saw Shawn hug her. It was a rather long hug for a niece and uncle to have, was all I could think. Then I remembered Fran’s comment. About how she wanted him in a way that was not how a girl was supposed to with an uncle.
When the door closed, Shawn came up to me and laid his hands on my shoulders, and…
